Staggering, Robellia ran for the door. It was less running than stumbling, at a pitifully slow pace. Her small hand reached for the doorknob, but at that moment Akan’s hand grabbed a handful of her hair.

Akan had originally planned to go easy on her, as she was clearly unwell. Not enough to spoil her, of course, but enough to make a symbolic gesture of care. But her sudden act of defiance filled him with irritation. Without hiding his annoyance, he dragged Robellia roughly by her hair back to bed.

Robellia clawed at Akan’s firm hand with her claws, trying desperately to pull him away. She kicked her legs with all her strength, but escape was impossible.

The moment Akan let go of her hair by the bed, Robellia darted for the door as if her life depended on it. Standing there, Akan simply stretched out his leg and kicked her in the back. Robellia staggered forward and hit the floor, but even as Akan reached up to lift her skirt, she didn’t give up. She crawled towards the door, dragging herself across the floor.

“What is this? You’re getting on my nerves.”

Akan’s foot landed on her side, sending her sprawling onto her back. Robellia gasped for air, her ragged breathing filling the room. Today she squirmed and writhed like a worm, testing Akan’s patience to the limit. Normally he would have beaten someone like that into submission, but Robellia was far too fragile compared to the m*n he had dealt with before. She looked so frail that he wondered if she might drop dead right there.

Akan straddled her chest and held her down. He grabbed her chin and turned her face to look directly into his eyes.

“Just say it. What’s the problem?”

“A… a baby… I can’t… I don’t want..”

Akan barely understood Robellia’s stammering words. She seemed suddenly terrified at the thought of being pregnant. Completely foolish. If she wanted to get pregnant, it would have happened a long time ago. What good would it do to run away once, just today?

He stood up and effortlessly pulled her to her feet with one hand. As he pushed her back towards the bed, Robellia struggled for a moment before collapsing on it. Her face buried in a pillow, she cried softly. Akan delivered a sharp blow to her bony hips, causing her body to reflexively jerk upwards. Her loosened nightgown slid further up, exposing her pronounced spine and leaving her back completely bare as the fabric bunched around her chest.

Suddenly, Robellia reached behind her with both hands and spread her hips. She seemed to think that if she was going to endure this, it was better to risk being penetrated somewhere that wouldn’t result in a pregnancy.

Akan let out a short, inaudible sigh. Her frailty, both physical and mental, was wearing on him. It was exhausting to deal with someone so different from the m*n he had met before. Perhaps it would be better to kill her and see if the act brought any relief. If there had been another person he despised as much as Robellia, he might have tried it already.

Akan picked up a glass bottle and threw it on the bed next to Robellia. It was his way of instructing her to prepare herself, to spread her anus for easier access. Robellia felt a mixture of humiliation and relief. The thought of pregnancy was so horrifying that even this seemed preferable.

With her body half raised, Robellia poured the cold liquid into her trembling hands. She applied the oil to the outside of her anus, sobbing as she slowly pushed her fingers inside. She twisted her two fingers carefully, trying to minimise the pain as Akan pushed her head back down. With her hips raised, Robellia inserted her fingers a few more times before using both hands to spread herself open.

As Akan knelt on the bed, he removed his p*nis and thrust it into her still unprepared anus. Although the small amount of lubricant she had applied made the entrance yield slightly, it was not enough to facilitate deeper penetration. Her dry rectum pressed hard against the penetration.

The dripping w*tness of her v*gina would have made things less painful, but her stubbornness seemed absurd. Moreover, the heat radiating from the outside was intense, suggesting that the inside of her body was even hotter, almost like being pressed into burning flesh. Akan was turning the physical sensation of pleasure into one of discomfort. Robellia’s strange defiance only provoked Akan further, causing him to move his hips more forcefully than he had originally intended.

Robellia shivered uncontrollably, her body instinctively clenching around the harsh intrusion that showed no sign of gentleness. It wasn’t an attempt to resist, but rather a desperate survival instinct to shorten her suffering. As Akan looked down at Robellia, reluctantly submitting to her situation, a wave of sadism washed over him. The rage he felt at the sight of her crawling on the floor like an insect refused to dissipate, no matter how much he humiliated her.

He grabbed her weak side, where her protruding organs were easy to feel, and squeezed her waist once more. At first he had intended to handle her just roughly enough to avoid appearing lenient, but for a moment an unusual impulse overcame him.

‘If you’re so afraid, why don’t we make a real baby?’

Akan thought, though his impulse was fundamentally different from that of the slave traders. In this environment, there was no chance of a child being born safely anyway. Without warning, Akan withdrew suddenly and thrust vigorously into her pulsating v*gina after penetrating her anus.

Robellia’s eyes widened at the unexpected intrusion. She could feel his p*nis twitching in the passageway, which had become slightly moist by reflex, even after the degrading act of an*al s*x. With it came the all too familiar sensation of liquid filling her from within.

“Huh, huh, huh……!”

As soon as Akan withdrew, Robellia began to sob and crawl forward. She lifted herself up, moaning as she thrust her fingers into her v*gina, desperately trying to remove the seed.

Though Robellia had become little more than a broken, mindless creature, she was not unaware that it was far too late for regret. But driven by an overwhelming fear of pregnancy, she swallowed her pride and endured the pain. Despite this, Akan once again toyed with her in a cruel way. Though his original intention was different from Robellia’s, the result was ultimately the same.

Akan grabbed Robellia’s wrist as she worked frantically at herself. Her wrist, so thin it was little more than bone, fit easily in his grip. His eyes fell on the s*men smeared across her hand and for some reason a wave of disgust washed over him. How dare she, in her pitiful state, pretend to have the right to refuse this or that? He had no reason to tolerate such behaviour any longer.

“Stop this pathetic nonsense before I string you up and pour it in myself.”

Today, for some reason, Robellia’s constant sobbing, no different than usual, only added to Akan’s irritation. Without another look, he straightened his clothes and left the room.

As he walked down the corridor towards his quarters, Akan ran a hand roughly through his hair.

‘It would be so easy to just kill her, but keeping her alive – barely – takes so much effort.’

He called for a servant and ordered him to give Robellia some soup and medicine for her fever, then continued down the corridor. His mood was foul.